Kill

Xiang Yang and Yan Mumei both looked toward the group leaping from the ship. Fifteen men—three in front, twelve behind—stood in neat formation, clear at a glance.

The one among the three wore a white robe with long sleeves and was dressed like a scholar. Handsome of feature and well-proportioned in build, he held a folding fan and carried himself like a refined young master. He was the one who had spoken just now.

The man on the left was around thirty, with a short beard beneath his chin, a dark complexion, and a powerful frame. He stood half a head taller than Xiang Yang, his skin gleaming like jade. His external training had reached an astonishing level, making even Xiang Yang look at him twice.

The middle-aged man on the right was the oldest. His face was lean, his eyes like flying leaves, and he wore a square kerchief atop his head. Blue robes, a sword at his waist—he was truly an old piece of cured meat. In his youth, he must have been a graceful young gentleman who drove girls wild.

These three should be Bai Ziyang, Lei Mian, and Wang Qing. They also seemed to possess methods of concealing their auras, making it difficult for Xiang Yang to gauge their levels of cultivation. It was likely the handiwork of the Innate master behind them.

The twelve behind them all wore black fitted outfits, glaring furiously at Xiang Yang. They felt much like a modern-day gang. Never mind their appearances—their bearing alone marked them as no good people. Their ferocious, evil-looking faces suggested they were the same group that had repeatedly attempted to assassinate Xiang Yang before.

"I do not wish to make things difficult for you either. Yuantong wanted to kill me, and I killed him instead